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is worth while submitting to some inconvenience. In 

 the afternoon I walked up to Tottenham Court Road, 

 and looked up the chapel built by Whitfield, the 

 scene of his useful labors in London. If you read, as 

 I think you did, Philip's " Life of Whitfield," you 

 must take some interest in this place. 1 I found the 

 chapel a large but outlandish building, with an in- 

 scription over one of the entrances, stating that the 

 building was erected by George Whitfield. Within 

 is a tablet to the memory of Mrs. Whitfield, who is 

 buried here, and a monumental inscription to Whit- 

 field himself (which I regret I did not copy), mention- 

 ing the date of his death at Newburyport, near Boston. 

 The preacher this afternoon (for I believe there is 

 more than one who officiates here) was the Rev. Mr. 

 Wight, who gave an impressive, practical sermon from 

 the concluding clause of the last verse 1 of Romans viii. : 

 " The love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." 

 It was, I think, rather above his audience, which I am 

 sorry to say was exceedingly small. Indeed I hope it 

 is generally better filled, but I should not have ex- 

 pected so great a falling off in the attendance of plain 

 unfashionable people in the afternoon. These Whit- 

 fieldians are, one would think, farther separated from 

 the Established Church than Wesleyans (which was 

 certainly not the case in Whitfield's time, who refused 

 to take any steps to establish a sect apart from the 

 Church of England) ; for in the Wesleyan chapel I at- 

 tended the liturgy was read, but here we had none 

 of it. Only last summer I read a biography of Whit- 

 field with much attention ; and it was very interesting 

 to worship in this chapel of his. It recalls more in- 

 teresting associations than Westminster Abbey or any 

 1 Pulled down in 1891. 



